Spotlight

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  • Nervousness

    Spotlight

    Spotlight

     

    Crowd hailed

    The light roused

    Curtain opened

    The song began

    Heart pounded

    Blood rushing fast

    Butterflies fluttering

    I opened my mouth

    I sung

    Nervous quakes

    Soon went away

    The Spotlight was on me

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    Stryx commented on Spotlight

    12-21-2009

    Dear one - You MUST spell correctly - Is it crowed, as in crows, or the Crow Nation, or do you mean crowd, as in a group of people? Write with a dictionary, please. It will help your work. And make it easier to understand.
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    BrittKun

    12/25/2009

    LOL crows sorry!!! sometimes I don't catch something like that OMG Crows I'll fix it thaks for the help. : )

    Stryx

    12/27/2009

    The correction works, and you poem speaks to all who have ever performed

    Vampire commented on Spotlight

    12-21-2009

    Sounds like open mic poetry readings, brings back some memories.
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    BrittKun

    12/25/2009

    LOL

    Teardrops commented on Spotlight

    12-21-2009

    You will do fine in life and dont be afraid to go and find yourself
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    BrittKun

    12/25/2009

    Thanks!!

    bloomingsun commented on Spotlight

    12-17-2009

    I like this one, and I am NOT one who likes to be in a spotlight, so I understand the nervousness. I could feel the anxiety... nice write.
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    BrittKun

    12/19/2009

    Thanks Well a good writer is supposed to put the reader in the same turmoill as the character. Hope It was good. Thanks for the comment!!! : )

    MootPoint commented on Spotlight

    12-15-2009

    I bet you have a nice voice. I'll read more of your stuff. :)
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    BrittKun

    12/16/2009

    I hope people like my voice I am told so but still get a little nervous. Thanks for the comment !!!! ; )

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    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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